Like death, time is a paradox because as we get older, our mind does not. Its only awareness of chronology is through the sensory connections to the body, because without these inputs, we do not age; consciousness simply is.

Forgetting is the only reason we sense the transition of time, and if we could recall every detail, we could, in effect, be in any moment. The only difference to our mind between now and then is the information we can remember about how it felt. Without fading memories, time would stand still.

As we progress, we become more capable of understanding our self, but only if we try. All it takes is concentration on our memories to find the bridge between our present self and former, and the more we reflect, we find we are the same.

We become what we experience at an early age; if we remain unaware, that experience alone determines reality. The voyage moves from our previous examination of death to a celebration of life as we explore the unchanging nature of the mind, and the building of our sense of self.